Mystify your world
look for souls you’d
want to go to heaven with
and drink with them
love them
toast them
share truths
and insanity with them
boast
as brothers
fight
spend time
in sweet inebriation
drunk
with their wives
in carnal knowledge
with them
hold dear to
mystery to
define them
in alcoholic shining armor!
enhance amber clarity to
obtain
position in their
thought where they
rest assured
come fortune or naught
failure or success
grounding of a middling
stifling drudgery life
or cognitive tempest
sex with you
is the answer
too all will be well….
With another round.
He is Randall Rogers, visionary poet of the prairie. A cowboy, yea, a beatnik; a Beatnik Cowboy. He is an old young, sorry. Here he exhibits new work. More flashes in the pan. I hope the world, nay, you editor, approveth of seeth/something here. (Currently reading "Pilgrim's Progress") Adios! I kind of reworked these to work in booze but they are total virgins (never put out).
